The correct posture to kill a rival

Ye Qilu got on the "Yellow Worm Noodle" again, this time the destination was Shichahai.

Yi Yunshu lives in a street next to Shichahai.

That street will be the famous "Houhai Street" in the future, but at that time Houhai was just a quiet and leisurely place where "weeping willows and banks are like smoke, and flying flowers are like hail".

Yi Yunshu's home is in the middle of this famous street. The first floor is a small restaurant and a grocery store. The entrance of the stairs is behind the front door. There is a long slow walkway between the second floor and the third floor. There are many bicycles and motorcycles parked next to it. There is a large open-air platform on the third floor. Standing on the platform, you can see Shichahai clearly.

According to Gu Xiaobai, Yi Yunshu's family lived on the sixth floor, and with the two floors downstairs, it was actually the eighth floor.

Ye Qilu ran up the stairs two steps at a time.

On the sixth floor, there were three households in total, but Ye Qilu could tell which one belonged to Yi Yunshu at a glance.

The only one that didn't have Spring Festival couplets and blessings on it!

Ye Qilu raised his hand and knocked on the crimson iron door.

No one responded.

Ye Qilu continued to knock.

After about 10 minutes, footsteps slowly sounded from the other side of the iron gate, followed by Yi Yunshu's lazy and impatient voice:

"Who!"

Ye Qilu replied truthfully: "I am Ye Qilu."

The footsteps stopped, and a few seconds later, there was a crashing sound of "Boom——" from the room.

Ye Qilu frowned, is Zuo Shan there?

Yi Yunshu mumbled something, and a few seconds later——as the footsteps became clearer, Ye Qilu knew that the other party had walked behind the door, and as expected, the iron door was opened the next second.

Ye Qilu and Yi Yunshu raised their heads at the same time, their gazes were caught off guard and destined to meet together.

"How did you find this place?" Yi Yunshu had a mechanical expression on his face, "Come in—"

Ye Qilu hesitated whether to go in, or would it be better to ask directly?

However, what happened to Yi Yunshu?

The eyebrows and eyes are still full of accents and can even be said to be charming, but there is always something that seems to be different from the previous him.

Correct!

That's what Difei said - dying!

Ye Qilu's gaze flicked over Yi Yunshu's back a few times.

Then Ye Qilu noticed that Yi Yunshu had turned his hand into a fist by his side.

Immediately afterwards, he saw gurgling blood flowing from between his fingers.

Drop by drop, it seemed to pave the way he walked.

Ye Qilu closed the door.

A guitar lay horizontally in the entrance hall.

Probably the guitar that was knocked over just now.Ye Qilu thought.

After Ye Qilu took two steps, he could see Yi Yunshu's entire family at a glance.

First, there is a small living room. Apart from a wire bed, there are all kinds of musical instruments and equipment, as well as various books thrown all over the bed and on the floor, as well as writing or blank paper and paper balls.

The living room is connected to the kitchen and a bedroom——Yi Yunshu is lying on the bed in the bedroom right now, and the hand that was still dripping blood just now stretched out from the bed, and now a small puddle of blood has already dripped, thrown on the ground It was quite a mess, either cigarette butts or ash, or wine bottles and broken wine bottles.

Ye Qilu walked in, stood in the middle of the bedroom and asked, "Where are your gauze and alcohol?"

Yi Yunshu lay motionless on the bed, and after a few seconds, he just randomly pointed at a place without even looking at it.

Following what Yi Yunshu pointed out, Ye Qilu rummaged through a row of drawers.

Found gauze alcohol and cotton balls in the third drawer.

Ye Qilu went to the bed and sat down, patted Yi Yunshu's calf, "Get up!"

Yi Yunshu kicked his leg indiscriminately.

Ye Qilu ordered: "Get up quickly!"

Yi Yunshu cursed, and jumped up from the bed, "What are you doing? You take care of me lying in my own house? Believe it or not, I'll throw you downstairs right away?"

Ye Qilu looked at Yi Yunshu expressionlessly, then sneered, and raised his voice indifferently, "If you dare to make nonsense, believe it or not, I'll kill you if you leave it here?"

Ye Qilu glared at Yi Yunshu, pulled the other's injured palm and spread it out - a deep scar from top to bottom, Ye Qilu gently rubbed the skin next to the wound - vaguely visible The subcutaneous tissue was broken—he originally thought it was scratched by the fragments of the wine bottle, but now it seemed that he was injured by a sharp weapon, and he cut it to the bottom without hesitation.

"What's going on?" Ye Qilu asked.

Yi Yunshu didn't say a word.

Ye Qilu picked up a cotton ball and poured some alcohol on it, "It will hurt, bear with it." As he spoke, he wiped the alcohol-soaked cotton ball on the wound.

Yi Yunshu gasped and let out a "hiss -" sound.

After Ye Qilu carefully sterilized the wound with alcohol, he shook off the gauze and wrapped it skillfully around Yi Yunshu's palm—the movement was quick and light, except for the alcohol just now, Yi Yunshu never hurt again.

Yi Yunshu looked at the dazzling bandages in Ye Qilu's hand, unconsciously, he slowly shifted his gaze, and his eyes fell on the other's focused and indifferent side face.

She obviously has a pair of single eyelids that are ruthless and ungrateful, but why doesn't she have a strong character no matter how she looks at it.

Ye Qilu quickly finished bandaging Yi Yunshu, and finally he tied a bow on the back of Yi Yunshu's hand as a prank.

"Okay, but you'd better go to the hospital and have a look again—" Ye Qilu put down Yi Yunshu's hand, turned his head, and saw Yi Yunshu staring blankly at him.

"Hey!" Ye Qilu called out, "Why are you in a daze!"

"Ah?" Yi Yunshu was taken aback.Only then did he realize that he was staring blankly at a man.And this is not an ordinary man, but a man who is playing with his sweetheart...

Ye Qilu's gaze wandered around Yi Yunshu's face, with a serious and unquestionable expression on his face, "Let me ask you, where is Zuo Shan?"

Yi Yunshu tried hard to suppress the corners of his lips—in order not to lose his composure in his anger—he lay back on the bed again, "I don't know!"

"Where should I go to find her?" Ye Qilu asked again.

"You looking for her! Why are you looking for her?" Yi Yunshu wanted to pretend to be indifferent, but the words he said were still so aggressive, "How long have you known her? Do you know her? Do you know what kind of person she is? "

Ye Qilu looked at Yi Yunshu inexplicably, "You two...is this a quarrel?"

"Arguing?" Yi Yunshu sat up from the bed, spread out the palm that Ye Qilu had just bandaged, "Do you think this is just a quarrel?"

Ye Qilu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yi Yunshu got out of bed, walked to the spacious balcony, and stood there looking into the distance.

Ye Qilu thought for a while and walked over.

Suddenly there was a familiar sound of music in the distance.

Ye Qilu and Yi Yunshu chased after the music reputation together, at the end of their common vision, a swaying boat came singing from the lotus bushes in the depths of Shichahai Lake——

轻轻 的 我 离开 你

请 将 眼角 泪拭 去

In the long night and in the days to come

亲爱 的 你 别 我 哭泣

It is Qi Qin's golden song "About Winter" that has been popular in the streets and alleys in those years and has been sung to this day.

"Everyone is different," Yi Yunshu said, "Some people dream of such a small room, while others yearn for that large Shichahai—"

"As for Xiaoshi, what she wants is neither a house nor Shichahai, but a whole starry sky."

he said softly.

"Ye Qilu, check it out, what I can't give, you can't either."

"There is a kind of woman in this world who doesn't need love by nature. She just wants to be herself, and she just wants to live for herself."

Ye Qilu didn't answer.

Finally, Yi Yunshu sighed resignedly, "I'll tell you where she is, you can go find her—"